Radio Silence
Seth Bates
I have nothing remaining of the things I once had
Perhaps it's for the better, even though bonds are broken
Once upon a time, things were much more simple
The clock is ticking, no time for backward movement
Shifting amongst the deep ulterior
Not knowing why the radio silence
There's no reason for this encounter
Or lack thereof I beg to differ
Only so long can I handle
Just before I break and dismantle
Shifting amongst the deep ulterior
Not knowing why the radio silence
What's the purpose when I possess the essence of knowing?
When I last recalled, there's nothing more
There was no way to tell this was breaking
At this time, what the fuck am I fighting for?
Shifting amongst radio silence